by Colin Webb
rapid/rabid body tingle
& nerves doubles elongated, limbs livid
shaking pure sunstroking exhaustion . . .
triple-digits out here in Pongpock
& is the court turning blue, or is it
me/am i (/what are the other options)?—just breathe
this unsealed ballcan’s Sharpie
until ambulance &/or stretcher
take(s) me away
over the green dunes
Colin Webb is a native of Baltimore, Maryland. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Apeiron Review, Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, The Northern Virginia Review, White Wall Review, and elsewhere, and he has been a finalist for The Arch Street Prize.